"Drinking champagne, going insane...like it's her birthday!"
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| Cardiology by Good Charlotte {here} |
Today is officially my last day being 23. What better way to celebrate myself than to relive all of the "awesome" moments from the past year! Shall we? We shall.
1. I was the bridesmaid (yes, the only one) in my cousin's Halloween wedding. I can't make this stuff up. She met her husband online. "Oh, that's perfectly normal," you say. I say you haven't heard the rest of the story. They met online
playing World of Warcraft. My cousin has always been a fan of Halloween, vampires, witches, and general spookiness. She went through a very long goth phase in her life. I'm totally okay with that. It wasn't a huge shocker when she picked Halloween as her wedding day. It
was a surprise when, after 5 years of us not hanging out, she
texts me and asks me to be in her wedding. Do I get to wear a costume?!?!?!
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| They got married in my Aunt's front yard. And yes, he did wear those sunglasses and that hat during the ceremony. |
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| We don't look too scary. And I made her bouquet. |
2. I lost my job in December. Ten days before Christmas. It was traumatic, but one of the best things to ever happen to me. I'm thankful to be out of that toxic environment. That's a story for another time.
3. I awkwardly dated English Teacher. English Teacher is a guy I went to college with. We had Wellness Class together our first semester of freshman year, and remained friends ever since. Since graduation, he has gone on to be a high school English teacher, hence the nickname. Somehow we ended up deciding that we needed to go to dinner together. And then somehow we decided that we should kiss. And thus, the awkward "relationship" ensued. He's a great guy, but it just wasn't a great fit. Our second "date" was a group thing for New Year's Eve. English Teacher invited me to go out with some friends, including our mutual friend, Redneck Photographer. Redneck Photographer's birthday happens to be NYE, so it was a joint celebration. The party guests included myself, English Teacher, Redneck Photographer, and 2 other guys. Where did we go for NYE? A strip club. See why all of this is awkward? Anyway, over the next few months, English Teacher and I went on some dates, and then he fell off the face of the earth. The End.
4. Mommy Dearest and I decided to go on vacation to London and Dublin. It was great, and lasted much longer than expected because we got stuck over there when the volcano erupted.
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| On Westminster Bridge, in front of the Houses of Parliament. |
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| Dublin was pretty and green. |
5. I went on the worst date in the history of dates. I'm really not kidding. I think I'm going to recount that magical nightmare-ish night for you now. One day, I got a text from a guy that I've known (through mutual friends) since college. We're going to call him Mr. Pretentious. We chatted and he suggested that we meet up for dinner one night and catch up. I say yes, because it would be nice to catch up with someone I haven't seen in a long time. He asks where I want to eat downtown, and I suggest Wild Wings or Mexican or something of that variety. He insists the we go somewhere nicer and says it's his treat. In my mind, that does not mean that it's a date. On dates, you don't specify that you're treating. Am I wrong in this thought process??? I decided that we should meet downtown at the restaurant (so I could escape if things got weird). He picked a fancy Italian restaurant that had a pricey menu, but lacked authenticity. (Yes, I do get to critique Italian restaurants because I lived in Italy for 4 months. Shut up.) I arrive first, but they can't seat me until my whole party is there, so I'm forced to wait outside on a bench in the cold. He calls and tells me that he's stuck at the bank because he went to get cash for dinner and his card didn't work because he'd spent too much money at the bars last night. Strike 1. He showed up not long after and we finally got to sit down and eat. Mr. Pretentious keeps asking if I want a drink, to which I say no (against my better judgement) because I'm afraid that his card won't be working and I will get stuck with the bill. He orders his "drink of choice" (that's seriously what he calls it) and dares me to guess what it is. What was it? An effing double screwdriver. I don't even drink screwdrivers because I feel like a little girl doing so. If there is going to be alcohol in my OJ, it's going to be champagne and it's going to be in a nice glass. Strike 2. I finally cave and order a glass of wine to calm my nerves. Mr. Pretentious talks about himself all through dinner, telling stories and bragging about how exciting his life is. His life is not exciting. (See, I have a very exciting life and that's why I blog. See the difference? Shut up.) He brags that he dropped out of college because he was lazy. Strike 3. He brags that he smoked pot in high school when he was on a Drama Club trip to NYC. Strike 4. He brags that his parents think he's an alcoholic. Strike 5. He brags that he has 2 jobs just to support his drinking habit (how responsible...). Strike 6. His roommate is the most obnoxious and crude DJ in town. Strike 7. He had a dog but gave it away because pets are too big of a responsibility. Strike 8. He bragged that he is a Gamer. He legit called himself that.
Me: "So what do you like to do in your spare time, when you're not working?"
Mr. Pretentious: "Ummm, hello? I'm a Gamer!"
Me: [awkwardly] "So what do you like to play?"
Mr. P: "Call of Duty! Ha, like there's any other game. Listen to yourself. I've got a headset and everything. It's pretty awesome."
Me: "I got a Wii for Christmas. I play it sometimes..." [awkward]
Strike 9. My dinner was mediocre, at best. We finished eating around 8:00pm and went to the bar next door for a drink. I had tried to bail but it was too early to go home and say that I was going to bed, and let's be honest, I needed a drink. I order my standard Jack D drink, and he of course orders another screwdriver. I had the brilliant plan to start talking about The Ex and make him think that I still wasn't over him. Didn't work.
Mr. P: "You're lucky, ya know? I only date girls that are older than 22."
Me: "Did I say I was 23? I mean't 21. My bad..."
Mr. P: "Wanna know why?"
Me: "No..."
Mr. P: "Because girls younger than 22 only want to do one thing: party. That's all they ever think about."
Me: "Umm...not me. I don't really ever think about partying. I've moved past that stage in my life."
Mr. P: "You're wrong. Trust me...I know what I'm talking about."
Me: "Ahh, yes. You know because you're a 22 year-old female. I forgot. What was I thinking?"
Strike 10. Around 9:00pm I pretend that I'm exhausted and tell him that I'm going to head home and go to bed because I'm an old lady. It's raining at this point, but I didn't care. I was parked in the garage that was literally a block away. He wouldn't let me walk. He called a rickshaw to come pick us up and drive me a block to my car. I was so embarrassed and the rickshaw driver was pissed. Strike 11. We get to the garage and I get out to walk to my car. Mr. Pretentious follows me! The rickshaw driver saw his chance and escaped. Mr. Pretentious tries to convince me to go down to a different bar to hang out with his friend who is DJing. [Sidenote: This "friend" is a guy I used to date. The same guy that introduced me to Mr. P.] Why the hell would I want to hang out with both of them at the same time?! To quote Whitney Houston, "Crack is whack! Hell to the no!" After I convince him that I am not coming out with him and that I'm going to bed, I head home. Here is the text message exchange that followed.
Mr. P: I had an awesome time 2nite.
Me: I made it home. Goodnight.
Mr. P: Y dont u grab a bottle and come over 2 watch a movie?
Mr. P: bottle of wine*
[He's trying to impress me by acting like he likes wine since I had a glass at dinner. It's not working.]
Me: Already in bed. Goodnight.
Mr. P: Thats ok if u want to pass out. i know how 2 keep u up ;)
Mr. P: Wanna play truth or dare???
Me: Truth: going to bed. GOODNIGHT
Mr. P: Wats my most attractive feature?
WTF, people? No sir. Strike 264684354984634687. He's out.
6. I got a new job!
7. I started my own copper jewelry business.
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| These are monogrammed necklaces that I made as bridesmaid gifts for someone. |
8. I broke my foot. Lame.
9. I'm still pretty awesome, but only on days that end in "y."
10. If you made it through this long and drawn out post, here is your reward.
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| Here I am (age 5) being awesome. Happy (almost) birthday to me! |
Snuggles and candy corn kisses,
A
